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Mortimeriados The lamentable ciuell vvarres of Edward the second and the barrons.
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Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.
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with a troubled murmure rush'd As shee had done her best to hide the fault A little whispering moou'd within the vault Made with his tuching softly as he went VVhich seem'd to say it furthered his intent This wondrous Queene whom care from rest had kept Now for his speed to heauen holds vp her hands A thousand thoughts within her bosome heap'd Now in her Closset listning still she stands And though deuided as in sundry strands Yet absent present in desires they bee For minds discerne where eyes could neuer see Loe now he thinks he vaulteth in her sight Still taking courage strengthned by her words Imagining shee sported with delight To see his strong armes stretch the tackling coards And oft a smyle vnto his toyle affords And when shee doubted danger might her heare Call him her soule her life her Mortimer Nowe doth shee wooe the walls intreat and kisse And then protests to memorize the place And to adorne it with a Piramis VVhose glory wrack of time should not deface Then to the cord shee turnes her selfe a space And promiseth if that should set him free A sacred relique it should euer bee Shee saith the small clowds issuing from his breath Seasond with sweet from whence they lately came Should cleere the ayre from pestilence and death And like Promethian life-begetting flame Pure bodies in the element should frame And to what part of heauen they hapt to stray There should they make another milkie way Attaind the top his tyred lymm's to breath Mounted in tryumph on his miseries The gentle earth salutes him from beneath And couer'd with the comfortable skyes Lightned with beames of Isabella's eyes Downe from the Turret desperatly doth slide Now for a kingdome Fortune be his guide As hee descends so doe her eyes ascend As feare had fixt them to behold his fall Then from the sight away her sight doth bend VVhen chilly coldnes doth her hart appall Then out for helpe shee suddainly doth call Silent againe watching if ought should hap Her selfe might be the ground his graue her lap Now doth she court the gentle calmie ayre And then againe shee doth coniure the winde Now doth she try to stop the night by prayer And then with spells the heauy sence to binde Then by the burning Tapers shee diuinde Now shee intreats faire Thames that hee might passe The Hellespont where her Leander was The brushing murmure stills her like a song Yet fearing least the streame should fall in loue Enuies the drops which on his tresses hong Imagining the waues to stay him stroue And when the billowes with his brest he droue Grieued there-with shee turnes away her face Iealous least hee the billowes should embrace Shee likneth him to the transformed Bull VVhich curll'd the fayre flood with his Iuory flanck VVhen on his backe he bare the louely trull Floting along vnto the Cretan banck Comparing this to that lasciuious pranck And swears then hee no other Ioue there were If shee Europa had been present there Thus seekes he life encourag'd by his loue Yet for his loue his life he doth eschue Danger in him a deadly feare doth moue And feare enuits him danger to pursue Rage stirr's reuenge reuenge doth rage renue Danger and feare rage and reuenge at strife Life warr's with loue and loue contends with life Thys angry Lyon hauing slypp'd his chayne Now like a Quartain makes King Edward quake VVho knew too well ere he was caught againe Some of his flock his bloody thirst must slake And vnawares intangled in this brake Sawe further vengeance hanging in the wind Knowing too well the greatnes of his mind Thys once againe the world begins to worke Theyr hopes at length vnto thys issue brought VVhilst yet the Serpent in his Den doth lurke Of whom God knowes the King full little thought The instrument which these deuises wrought For ther's no treason woundeth halfe so deepe As that which doth in Princes bosoms sleepe Now must the Cleargie serue them for a cloke The Queene her state vnto the time must fit But tis the Church-man which must strike the stroke Now must thys Prelate shew a statesmans wit They cast the plot and March must manage it They both at home together lay on load And he the Agent to effect abroad VVho sweetly tunes his well-perswading tong In pleasing musick to the French-kings ears The sad discourse of Isabellas wrong VVith tragick action forcing silent tears Moouing to pitty euery one that hears That by discouery of thys foule reproch Old mischiefes so might new be set abroch VVhilst they are tempring in these home-bred iarres How for the Scot fit passage might be made To lay the ground of these succesfull warrs That hope might giue him courage to inuade And from the King the Commons to perswade That whilst at home his peace he would assure His further plague in Fraunce he might procure By these reports all circumstances knowne Sounds Charles of Fraunce into the lists againe To ceaze on Guyen by Armes to clayme his owne VVhich Edward doth vnlawfully detaine Homage for Pontieu and for Aquitaine Reuoking this dishonorable truce Vrg'd by his wrongs and Isabels abuse The spirits thus rayz'd which haunt him day and night And on his fortune heauen doth euer lower Danger at hand and mischiefe still in sight Ciuill sedition weakning still his power No ease of paine one minute in the hower T' intreat of peace with Charles he now must send Else all his hopes in Fraunce were at an end Heere is the poynt wherein all poynts must end VVhich must be handled with no meane regard The prop whereon this building must depend VVhich must by leuell curiouslie be squard The cunningst descant that had yet beene hard Heere close conueyance must a meane prouide Else might the ambush easely be discride Or this must helpe or nothing serues the turne This way or no way all must come about To blowe the fier which now began to burne Or tind the strawe before the brand went out This is the lot which must resolue the doubt To walke the path where Edward bears the light And take their ayme by leuell of his sight This must a counsell seriously debate In grauest iudgements fit to be discust Beeing a thing so much consernes the state Edward in this must to their wisedomes trust No whit suspecting but that all were iust Especially the Church whose mouth shoud be The Oracle of truth and equitie Torlton whose tongue mens eares in chaines could tye VVhose words euen like a thunderbolt could pearce And were alowd of more aucthoritie Then was the Sibills olde diuining verse VVhich were of force a iudgement to reuerse Now for the Queene with all his power doth stand To lay this charge on her well-guiding hand VVhat helpes her presence to the cause might bring First as a wife a sister and a mother A Queene to deale betwixt a King and King To right her sonne her husband and her brother And each to her
Proud Mars is bound within an yron-net Alcides burnt in Nessus poysned flame Great Ioue can shake the vniuersall frame He that was wont to call his sword to ayde Tis hard with him when he must stand to plead O hadst thou in thy glory thus beene slayne All thy delights had beene of easie rate But now thy fame yet neuer tuch'd with stayne Must thus be branded with thy haplesse fate No man is happie till his lyfes last date His pleasures must be of a dearer price Poore Adam driuen out of Paradice Halfe drownd in tears she followes him ô tears Elixar like turne all to pearle you weet To weepe with her the building scarce forbears Stones Metamorphizd tuch'd but with her feete And make the ayre for euerlasting sweet VVringing her hands with pittious shreeking cries Thus vtters shee her hard extreamities Edward quoth shee let not his blood beshed Each drop of it is more worth then thy Crowne VVhat Region is in Europe limitted VVhere doth not shine the Sunne of his renowne His sword hath set Kings vp thrown them downe Thou knowst that Empires neuer haue confind The large-spred bounds of his vnconquer'd mind And if thou feed'st vpon thy Fathers wrongs Make not reuenge to bring reuenge on thee VVhat torture thou inflict'st to me belongs And what is due to death is due to mee Imagine that his wounds fresh bleeding bee Forget thy birth thy crowne thy loue thy Mother And in this breast thy sword in vengeance smother O let my hands held vp appease this stryfe O let these knees at which thou oft hast stood Now kneele to thee to beg my lyues true lyfe This wombe that bare thee breast that gaue thee food Or let my blood yet purchase his deere blood O let my tears which neuer thing could force Constraynd by this yet moue thee to remorce But all in vaine still Edwards ghost appears And cryes reuenge reuenge vnto his Sonne And now the voyce of wofull Kent hee hears And bids him followe what he had begun Nor will they rest till execution done The very sight of him he deadly hated Sharpens the edge his Mothers tears rebated To London now a wofull prisoner led London where he had tryumph'd with the Queene He followeth now whom many followed And scarce a man who many men had beene Seeing with greefe who had in pompe been seene Those eyes which oft haue at his greatnes gazed Now at his fall must stand as all amazed Oh misery where once thou art possest How soone thy faynt infection alters kind And lyke a Cyrce turnest man to beast And with the body do'st transforme the mind That can in fetters our affections bind That he whose back once bare the Lyons skin VVhipt to his taske with Iole must spin Edward and March vnite your angry spirits Become new friends of auncient Enemies Hee was thy death and he thy death inherits How well you consort in your miseries And in true time tune your aduersities Fortune gaue him what shee to Edward gaue Not so much as thy end but he will haue At VVestminster a Parliament decreed Vnder pretence of safetie to the Crowne VVhere to his fatall end they now proceed All working hard to dig this Mountayne downe VVith his owne greatnes that is ouer-growne The King the Earle of Kent the Spensers fall Vpon his head with vengeance thundring all The death of Edward neuer is forgot The signe at Stanhope to the Enemies Ione of the Towers marriage to the Scot The Spensers coyne seaz'd to his treasuries Th'assuming of the wards and Lyueries These Articles they vrge which might him greeue VVhich for his creed he neuer did beleeue Oh dire reuenge when thou in time art rak'd From out the ashes which preserue thee long And lightly from thy cinders art awak'd Fuell to feed on and reuiu'd with wrong How sonne from sparks the greatest flames are sprong VVhich doth by Nature to his top aspire VVhose massie greatnes once kept downe his fier Debar'd from speech to aunswere in his case His iudgment publique and his sentence past The day of death set downe the time and place And thus the lot of all his fortune cast His hope so slowe his end draw on so fast VVith pen and ynke his drooping spirit to wake Now of the Queene his leaue he thus doth take MOst mighty Empresse daine thou to peruse These Swan-like Dirges of a dying man Not like those Sonnets of my youthfull Muse In that sweet season when our loue began VVhen at the Tylt thy princely gloue I wan VVhereas my thundring Courser forward set Made fire to flie from Herfords Burgonet Thys King which thus makes hast vnto my death Madam you know I lou'd him as mine owne And when I might haue grasped out his breath I set him easely in his Fathers throne And forc'd the rough stormes backe when they haue blowne But these forgot all the rest forgiuen Our thoughts must be continually on heauen And for the Crowne whereon so much he stands Came bastard VVilliam but himselfe on shore Or had he not our Fathers conquering hands VVhich in the field our houses Ensigne bore VVhich his proude Lyons for theyr safety wore VVhich rag'd at Hastings like that furious Lake From whose sterne waues our glorious name we take Oh had he charg'd me mounted on that horse VVhereon I march'd before the walls of Gaunt And with my Launce there shewd an English force Or vanquisht me a valiant combattant Then of his conquest had he cause to vaunt But he whose eyes durst not behold my shield Perceiu'd my Chamber fitter then the field I haue not serued Fortune like a slaue My minde hath suted with her mightines I haue not hid her tallent in a graue Nor burying of her bounty made it lesse My fault to God and heauen I must confesse He twise offends who sinne in flattery beares Yet euery howre he dyes which euer feares I cannot quake at that which others feare Fortune and I haue tugg'd together so VVhat Fate imposeth we perforce must beare And I am growne familiar with my vvoe Vsed so oft against the streame to row Yet my offence my conscience still doth grieue VVhich God I trust in mercy will forgiue I am shut vp in silence nor must speake Nor Kingdoms lease my life but I must die I cannot weepe and if my hart should breake Nor am I sencelesse of my misery My hart so full hath made mine eyes so dry I neede not cherrish griefes too fast they grow VVoe be to him that dies of his owne woe I pay my life and then the debt is payd VVith the reward th'offence is purg'd and gone The stormes will calme when once the spirit is layd Enuy doth cease wanting to feede vpon VVe haue one life and so our death is one Nor in the dust mine honor I inter Thus Caesar dyed and thus dies Mortimer Liue sacred Empresse and see happie dayes Be euer lou'd with me die all our